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hi! i’m doing something a little different this nano. my little cousin recently reminded me of something. a while ago she asked me to tell her a story once and thus the concept for ‘outside these walls’ came into being. i’ve decided to write it out into an actual story for fun + so she can always have it. very cheesy, i know. anyways, my goal is to get at least 20k in it by the end of the month. here’s a little excerpt + all the info for it under the cut :)

Juniper had always prided herself on being the “good” one wherever she went. The good sister, the good student, the good pixie. She was doing a pretty good job at it, if she did say so herself. Which she did, constantly. She lived in the tallest oak tree in the middle of Wild Grove with her four sisters and her mother. It was cramped and there was next to no hope for any kind of privacy but she loved it there nonetheless. 

If only that were enough to fully bottle her true passion: adventure. Technically speaking, she hadn’t exactly been on this grand adventure yet (or any adventure for that matter) but she knew it would all come together one day. It was hard for her to determine when that day would be exactly on account of a few things. 

Her first problem was that she was a terrible flier. One would assume that being born with wings would make you great at using them by default. Juniper was the one assuming and, boy, could she have not been more wrong. 

The second problem was her overprotective (but very loving) mother. Nothing Juniper ever did went unnoticed by her mom despite her having four other kids to look after. Not to mention, Juniper was the baby by default since her actual youngest sister refused to be babied and it was clear her mom had no intention of letting her leave the metaphorical nest any time soon. 

And, finally, her last problem was Scout. He was a boy which was an issue all on its on. But no, Juniper’s problem with Scout lied in the fact that he outright refused to aid her adventurer dreams. He had the know-how, was easily the best flier she’d ever met and he was fully authorized the leave whenever he wanted to. It was extremely unfair that he was out living her wildest dream and he wouldn’t even throw her a crumb. 

So, she had decided, that would soon change.

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LUCY & THE END ( a wip introduction by d.y. )

she presses her weight down onto the skull, cringing at the wet squelch underneath her boot. slimy black liquid drenched the leaves and earth beneath it and the rest clung to the bottom of her shoe like glue. “gross,” she says, shuddering. 

SYNOPSIS

twenty-seven years ago, the world ended. 

while that is a little bit dramatic, for all intents and purposes it’s the truth. cities were overrun by monsters, hellbent on killing and consuming any human life they came across. it was hell on earth for years. 

once some form of stability was found, humans began to learn to fight back. they began to call these monsters hollows, some chose to study them, others decided they were best dead. lucy would fall into the second category.

after the death of her father, she was left virtually alone. there wasn’t anyone looking to take on the burden of a child and thus lucy ended up on her own. it’s during a near-death encounter with a hollow that she meets her companion and closest friend, jo. she’s a sweetheart of a dog, ready to tear anyone who even seems like a threat to lucy apart. 

and for a while, it’s just them and the whole world is their oyster; everything is going as fine as things during the end of the world could be going until they meet jasper finch. after begrudgingly saving his life, lucy finds herself entangled in his life (and stupid plan to play hero) far more than she ever wanted to be. 

  • GENRE / post-apocalyptic + fantasy 
  • AUDIENCE / adult
  • FEATURES / found family, female lead, the dog does not die, emphasis on characters, unrealistic fight scenes + lots of moral dilemmas 
  • WARNINGS / body horror, graphic violence, drug use + swearing
  • STATUS / first draft

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HI, WRITEBLR !

you can call me dione; i am a nineteen year old black bisexual writer just looking to share my projects and interact with other writers more. i’ve been on the fence about making a writeblr for a while and i thought: it’s summer now so what better time to start?

( THE WRITER )
  • i’ve been writing for about eight years now ( got my start in twilight fan-fiction and now somehow i’m here )
  •  i am a huge fan of character-driven stories, i’ll read pretty much any genre as long as i like the characters 
  • writing-wise, i tend to stick to apocalyptic, fantasy && contemporary stories
  • while novel writing is my go-to, i am also ( attempting to) branch out into script writing and trying to rekindle my love for poetry 
  • i like to think i’m a pretty neat person, so don’t ever be afraid to shoot me a message about whatever! 
( THE WORK )
  • LUCY & THE END — a girl and her dog who have been surviving the end of the world meet a man who dreams of more than just getting by. by no small mirical, he manages to convince her to come along. an apocalyptic/fantasy (?) with a budding friendship as the focus. This is pretty much my pride and joy. this is probably the project i’ve devoted the most time toward.
  • WHEN THE DUST SETTLES — a woman is forced from comfort and safety after her sister decides to run away and join a girl gang. she has no clue how to survive the harsh, unforgiving wastelands but, luckily, she’s got help from a mercenary who would probably rather being doing anything else. a post-apocalyptic western with lesbians and sisterly love. 
So, yeah! That’s me & I am very excited to be here! My fellow writeblrs, please interact so I can check out your profile and your works (if you have any that you think i would enjoy do not hesitate to let me know!)
#welcome!!#boost!#both of your wips so super interesting#i too can enjoy a good apocalyptic moment :))#reblog
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𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃  ― character intro (5/?)

‘You have a fucking kid,’ Jess says, immediately shoving her gun back into her pants. ‘Jesus fucking Christ, you have a kid. Why didn’t you say you had a kid? What if I shot her?’
Mariana scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest. ‘You’d be a kid killer.’
Her body tenses and there’s a raw panic in her eyes; she’s shaking obviously now, no longer that controlled tremble in her hands. For some reason, she looks to me. For an answer? Reassurance? It’s hard to think of anything nice to say to someone who was just all too ready to put a bullet in my skull. 
‘Mariana,’ I say lowly, ‘there’s no need for that. Look, Lila is okay and nobody here did anything they’re going to regret. We can all just go our separate ways and it’ll be like none of this happened.’
Jess hesitates for a moment, there’s a skeptical look in her eyes but there must be something about my face that convinces her. ‘Fine,’ she answers, voice still shaky, ‘let’s go, nat.’
  • 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 / jessica ‘jess’ prescott
  • 𝐚𝐠𝐞 / 23
  • 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡𝐬 / skilled shooter, loyal, resilient & authoritative 
  • 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 / greedy, controlling, inflexible & violent
  • 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 / jess was always a problem child and with parents who refused to acknowledge her issues, she only got worse. summer camps, boarding schools, grandparent’s house. anything to get rid of her, they seemed to try it all. and one day, she got tired. one day, she ran away. 
( taglist / ask to be added ) @emdrabbles, @dogwrites, @thriae, @noloumna, @halcionic, @bahay-kubo, @cianawrites, @elliewritesstories
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𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃  ― character intro (5/?)

‘You have a fucking kid,’ Jess says, immediately shoving her gun back into her pants. ‘Jesus fucking Christ, you have a kid. Why didn’t you say you had a kid? What if I shot her?’
Mariana scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest. ‘You’d be a kid killer.’
Her body tenses and there’s a raw panic in her eyes; she’s shaking obviously now, no longer that controlled tremble in her hands. For some reason, she looks to me. For an answer? Reassurance? It’s hard to think of anything nice to say to someone who was just all too ready to put a bullet in my skull. 
‘Mariana,’ I say lowly, ‘there’s no need for that. Look, Lila is okay and nobody here did anything they’re going to regret. We can all just go our separate ways and it’ll be like none of this happened.’
Jess hesitates for a moment, there’s a skeptical look in her eyes but there must be something about my face that convinces her. ‘Fine,’ she answers, voice still shaky, ‘let’s go, nat.’
  • 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 / jessica ‘jess’ prescott
  • 𝐚𝐠𝐞 / 23
  • 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡𝐬 / skilled shooter, loyal, resilient & authoritative 
  • 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 / greedy, controlling, inflexible & violent
  • 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 / jess was always a problem child and with parents who refused to acknowledge her issues, she only got worse. summer camps, boarding schools, grandparent’s house. anything to get rid of her, they seemed to try it all. and one day, she got tired. one day, she ran away. 
( taglist / ask to be added ) @emdrabbles, @dogwrites, @thriae, @noloumna, @halcionic, @bahay-kubo, @cianawrites, @elliewritesstories
#character introduction#writing#my writing#original character#writeblr#this has been sitting in my drafts for days#rip me#technically our first antagonist but i still love her#not pictured: mariana stabbing her as a warning#it's just a little flirting don't worry ;)#( wip. among the dead )#( ch. jess prescott )#i may post an actual excerpt tomorrow#who knows
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𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃  ― character intro (4/?)

There’s a girl standing behind the dark-haired one. She’s shorter, blonde and trembling despite the fact that she’s the one holding a gun to my head. From beside me, I hear Mariana sigh. She looks more agitated by this whole situation than anything else. 
‘Look, you’ve already searched us and you didn’t find anything,’ she says when the older one starts to wander near Lila’s hiding place. ‘What are you even looking for at this point?’
It’s a good question that I wish she’d answer, but instead the girl goes silent in response. The blonde lowers the gun slightly and begins speaking softly, ‘they’re right, Jess. Couldn’t we just leave?’
She seems genuine if the desperate look on her face was anything to go by. The loose grip she has on her gun coupled with the fact that she’s not paying me any attention leaves me wondering if I could disarm her. I look back to Mariana but she only gives me a subtle shake of her head. 
‘If we show up empty handed, Nick will kick us out and we’ll be alone again,’ Jess, I think she called her, snapped, ‘do you want to be alone again?’
That’s apparently enough to have the girl backing down, shaking her head slowly. ‘No.” She looks down defeated and halfheartedly lifts the gun to rest on my temple once more. ‘I’m sorry,’ she whispers. 
  • 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 / natalie prescott
  • 𝐚𝐠𝐞 / 16
  • 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡𝐬 / kind, helpful, knowledgeable & good mediator  
  • 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 / trusting, emotional, anxious & cowardly
  • 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 / natalie was good, all things considered. she had friends and a boyfriend that she planned on marrying some day, her parents loved her and she was the golden child. now, with the world to shit her own mind has become her worst enemy and everything she ever loved (sister excluded) is gone. as far as she’s concerned, the world is over. 
( taglist / ask to be added ) @emdrabbles, @dogwrites, @thriae, @noloumna, @halcionic, @bahay-kubo, @cianawrites, @elliewritesstories
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𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃  ― character intro (4/?)

There’s a girl standing behind the dark-haired one. She’s shorter, blonde and trembling despite the fact that she’s the one holding a gun to my head. From beside me, I hear Mariana sigh. She looks more agitated by this whole situation than anything else. 
‘Look, you’ve already searched us and you didn’t find anything,’ she says when the older one starts to wander near Lila’s hiding place. ‘What are you even looking for at this point?’
It’s a good question that I wish she’d answer, but instead the girl goes silent in response. The blonde lowers the gun slightly and begins speaking softly, ‘they’re right, Jess. Couldn’t we just leave?’
She seems genuine if the desperate look on her face was anything to go by. The loose grip she has on her gun coupled with the fact that she’s not paying me any attention leaves me wondering if I could disarm her. I look back to Mariana but she only gives me a subtle shake of her head. 
‘If we show up empty handed, Nick will kick us out and we’ll be alone again,’ Jess, I think she called her, snapped, ‘do you want to be alone again?’
That’s apparently enough to have the girl backing down, shaking her head slowly. ‘No.” She looks down defeated and halfheartedly lifts the gun to rest on my temple once more. ‘I’m sorry,’ she whispers. 
  • 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 / natalie prescott
  • 𝐚𝐠𝐞 / 16
  • 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡𝐬 / kind, helpful, knowledgeable & good mediator  
  • 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 / trusting, emotional, anxious & cowardly
  • 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 / natalie was good, all things considered. she had friends and a boyfriend that she planned on marrying some day, her parents loved her and she was the golden child. now, with the world to shit her own mind has become her worst enemy and everything she ever loved (sister excluded) is gone. as far as she’s concerned, the world is over. 
( taglist / ask to be added ) @emdrabbles, @dogwrites, @thriae, @noloumna, @halcionic, @bahay-kubo, @cianawrites, @elliewritesstories
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𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃  ― character intro (4/?)

There’s a girl standing behind the dark-haired one. She’s shorter, blonde and trembling despite the fact that she’s the one holding a gun to my head. From beside me, I hear Mariana sigh. She looks more agitated by this whole situation than anything else. 
‘Look, you’ve already searched us and you didn’t find anything,’ she says when the older one starts to wander near Lila’s hiding place. ‘What are you even looking for at this point?’
It’s a good question that I wish she’d answer, but instead the girl goes silent in response. The blonde lowers the gun slightly and begins speaking softly, ‘they’re right, Jess. Couldn’t we just leave?’
She seems genuine if the desperate look on her face was anything to go by. The loose grip she has on her gun coupled with the fact that she’s not paying me any attention leaves me wondering if I could disarm her. I look back to Mariana but she only gives me a subtle shake of her head. 
‘If we show up empty handed, Nick will kick us out and we’ll be alone again,’ Jess, I think she called her, snapped, ‘do you want to be alone again?’
That’s apparently enough to have the girl backing down, shaking her head slowly. ‘No.” She looks down defeated and halfheartedly lifts the gun to rest on my temple once more. ‘I’m sorry,’ she whispers. 
  • 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 / natalie prescott
  • 𝐚𝐠𝐞 / 16
  • 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡𝐬 / kind, helpful, knowledgeable & good mediator  
  • 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 / trusting, emotional, anxious & cowardly
  • 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 / natalie was good, all things considered. she had friends and a boyfriend that she planned on marrying some day, her parents loved her and she was the golden child. now, with the world to shit her own mind has become her worst enemy and everything she ever loved (sister excluded) is gone. as far as she’s concerned, the world is over. 
( taglist / ask to be added ) @emdrabbles, @dogwrites, @thriae, @noloumna, @halcionic, @bahay-kubo, @cianawrites, @elliewritesstories
#character introduction#writing#my writing#writeblr#original character#i've gotten some outlining done and thus more characters for ya#all i'll say is#don't get too attached#( wip. among the dead )#( ch. natalie prescott )
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Benji Ortiz Russells — [ facts! ] bisexual, five foot eleven but talks shit like she’s six foot nine and can benchpress anyone, petty thief that uses magic tricks and psychology to swindle the rich and wealthy, mild obsession with ocean creatures, “see, confronting what upsets me isn’t what I do, I fantasize over my dreams of devolving into a tardigrade and living at the bottom of a lake in some sediment.”

Vivian had to momentarily consider what stood before her, for as much as the issue of her wires being fiddled with aimlessly was at the forefront of her mind, it was hard to see thieving malice in a woman splattered in dried mud, a few ridiculously small leaves in tousled and wild hair as though to only add to the ridiculousness of the dark red marks across the other’s arms. 

“You said you got here early,” she said, drawing out her words before her eyes flickered up to the other’s glassed gaze. “Why d’you get here early, huh?”

A beat then followed by a slack shrug. “Geese,” said Benji through a defeated sigh. “Geese.”

“And hat’s normal for you?”

Benji’s lips contorted, throat bobbing with a stiff, low noise before her head tilted this way then that. “I was taking photos of the frogs in this pond, these are only ever so active before dawn,” she said. “What I didn’t know was some geese had laid eggs nearby… I barely made out of the pond–are you laughing, don’t laugh–I lost a shoelace.”

“Oh, but your pride’s still intact?”

“Laugh all you want but I ran a half-mile in six minutes–I know I did–so my pride isn’t affected, if anything it’s bolstered.”

Full biography here. Playlist here.
#I LOVE BENJI#she lives in this heart right here Rent Free#them damn geese man 😔#rip benji's shoelace gone but not forgotten#reblog
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Vivian Maeve Hart — [ facts! ] bisexual, five foot three with six foot five energy, avid candle and stars enthusiast, internet vigilante but accidentally made herself an urban legend in the process, “if you don’t name your plants and flowers after other plants and flowers, what’s the point?”

With a nonplussed blink, their brief passing came to a stop as Benji turned on a heel to carry on after Vivian. If the peculiar manner she carried her bag with hadn’t struck any intrigue, the lack of acknowledging Benji’s presence at her heels and the reaped oh no, oh no certainly did. 

“Vivian?” said Benji, softly so as not to startle her from whatever had her wholly fixated. “I… Ah, there’s dirt falling out of your bag…” After a beat of silence, Benji slipped ahead to open the door to the office. “Am I being invasive if I ask why dirt is falling out of your bag?”

“I nearly killed my cactus.”

“What?”

“I nearly killed my cactus,” she said, once the door was open, she stepped inside and began lifting out the aforementioned cactus with grains of dirt scattering about; she cradled the square pot and its bizarrely small occupant with all the same tenderness Benji supposed one would hold a newborn. And once Benji made it back to her side, the cactus was promptly lifted to view. “D’you see how dehydrated he is? I nearly killed him and he looks like he knows it.”

“Oh, I doubt that.” Benji gently prodded it, head tilted as she leaned in to inspect. “And you brought it–him–here to do what, though?”

“To bond,” she answered. “Watering him will only go so far if I don’t give him one on one time and at this point, I’m convinced he knows when he’s not gettin’ it.”

Full biography here.  Playlist here 
#my baby 🥺🥺🥺#my love#she is just so lovely#if you dont bring your plants to work to bond with them#do you even love them#reblog
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                “At the ends of the earth, why does the sad bird still sing?”

                          “To remind itself that it once was not alone.”

                                    “And when the sad birds sing?”

                  “To remind the hunters that they, like the snow, do not 

                                                  show mercy.”

EDGE OF THE LONELY QUIET — read the story here.

There was a reason the birds still sang when the dark fell over four and the sun shone on three.

Death was never so loud here. It was bright, hot, heavy… but it was never so loud. It came as quietly as the snow. This is why they sang within the dark winter walls, in the mountains and their dens, in the boreal forests, and the glacial tundra—they sang for she thought and hoped and pleaded that no room for the quiet would keep them alive long enough. Lullabies, a hum of a melody from a song on the radio she hadn’t heard since she was a child, patchwork creations of lyrics and melodies that didn’t belong together but it’d been so long since she heard them, she began to think their distortion sounded pleasant.

If they were alive, was distortion not pleasant? 

If they sang, the quiet was never so lucky.

If only the snow listened. 

Perhaps their song would have been enough.

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— KILL ME A NATION character introduction (1/6)

ARYA RYS

“What does it mean?”  Nikita’s voice was a whisper, just like the light brush of her fingers on Arya’s neck.
Arya stiffened under her touch. “From Ki’ra I was born, to Ki’ra I will die.”  It was inscribed in her mind as much as it was inscribed on her body.  A tattoo on her neck and on her soul.  She owed everything to Ki’ra—her rescue, her safety, her purpose—and these anarchists threatened to burn it all.  Yet here she stood: barebacked and vulnerable, on display for the enemy.
Because that’s what Nikita was.  Right?
  • AGE: 21
  • GENDER: cis female
  • HOME: ki’ran isle
  • ROLE: ex-general current enemy-of-the-state
  • INTERESTS: classical music

Born and bred to serve the Ki’ran Empire, Arya never knew her parents.  Instead, she was groomed to be the perfect soldier by tutors and superiors, dedicating her formative years to one thing: the end of anarchy spread by those who dissented the Empire.

Arya proved herself a quick learner and quickly sped through the ranks, becoming a general in record time.  She also landed herself a spot in the Vit’a—a council of five select generals who aid the military triumvirate representative.  Her feat did not come without unwanted attention.  Among her fellow generals, Arya became the target of envy and ill-disguised anger.

Despite being an enemy amid her peers, she remained one of the most well-respected and feared generals in the Ki’ran Empire.  Arya was put in charge of Ki’ra’s occupation of Balu in the wake of the revolutionaries’ terrorist attack. Her efforts are dedicated to rooting out and destroying the resistance once and for all.

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Did I start plotting a magic boarding school wip out of nothing but pure spite? Yes, yes I did. Is there an actually coherent magic system and a severe lack of racism? Yes, yes there is.

I’ll even throw in little “houses” you can sort yourself into

#this whole thing started when i went on one of my famous jk rowling rants#and my friend looks at me and goes#jokingly i might add#why don't you just write unproblematic harry potter#and then i realized i could do one better#and write a whole original story#rip to jk rowling but im different
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𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃  ― character intro (3/?)

‘So,’ I say, trying to break the tense silence, ‘what’s your story?’
The girl looks up at me; I can’t tell if she’s angry or if that’s just what she always looks like. She hasn’t given me many expressions to go off of at this point. For a moment, it seems like she just isn’t going to answer me. It’s just as I’m about to turn and head back inside that she answers. 
‘It’s nothing special. I lived over in Parker’s Crest with my parents, we were at church when the news started to spread. I told them we should leave, pack up and head to one of the safe zones but they were stubborn as hell. They wanted to say and take care of the sick.’ She laughs bitterly and lets out a heavy sigh. ‘It was fine until an older lady turned; she bit my mom’s face off right in front of me. Dad tried to help but he got bit, too.’
Sorry hangs on the tip of my tongue but I know full well how useless those words are. So, I just hum and let her know I’m listening. 
‘He didn’t die at first. We left to try and find help but he turned right after we found this place. It sucks but it’s safe and there’s supplies so I can’t really complain.’
I nod. ‘That’s one hell of a story,’ I reply and it gets what I have decided is a laugh out of her. ‘So, now I know all of that about you but not your name.’
‘Mariana.’ 
  • 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 / mariana diaz
  • 𝐚𝐠𝐞 / 19
  • 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡𝐬 / skilled shooter, resourceful, observant & individualistic 
  • 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 / loner, poor communicator, selfish & blunt
  • 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 / mariana grew up in the church, constantly being forced to help put up the front of a perfect family. she spent much of her life rebelling at every turn, going against everything she’d ever been taught, and becoming more and more of her own person. it’s those things that save her life when the ends comes. 
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